The Sheepmung -

Our leader is dead

The flag turned red

We became human slaves

And nobody saves us

On the special day

The sky appeared gray

A human guardian chants

«a black shadow in the distance»

The shepherdess and her sheepmung

Humankind is nearly gone

She breaks the strict rule

And fights for our wool

On a black shimmering horse

Her sheepmung high rose

Not afraid to die

Screaming a war cry

She came to rescue us

She hates to discuss

She likes things to be done

Before she is gone

The sheepmung won’t stop

The shepherdess waves goodbye

Chains and shakles split up

Like the human skulls